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Filename: carniv11.txt
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story_codes: Spider/g(3), g/g, non-cons, cons, preg

story_intro: A very little and very curious girl wanders into the haunted house ride of a dark carnival. When she discovers what appears to be a plaything, she in turn becomes a plaything for something unspeakable. 


story_language: English





Carnival Alaxizz, Story 11

Written by madvlad


	Author's Note: Just for fun, the trailer park mentioned in this story is the same one from the "Getting Directions" series. And the character of Becca made her Carnival Alaxizz debut in Story 7. None of these needs to be read to enjoy this story.

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	At one in the morning, the last of the carnival's daily guests were firmly but politely ushered out. By 1:30, the carnival was completely quiet thanks to the practiced efficiency of the carnies as booths were closed and tent flaps secured. Only a few scattered single bulbs were left on to provide illumination as the colored arrays of lights were as dark as the usual festival sounds were now silent.

	At two o'clock, a lone sheriff's cruiser made a slow circle through the field that served as a temporary parking lot during the carnival's five-day stay. There were a few vehicles left - mostly campers for those who wanted to "rough it" in their tricked out homes on wheels and be on site for the next day's opening. The deputy in the police car paid no attention to the pick-up truck at one far corner that seemed equally quiet for the night.

	Steve took another sip from the fifth of Jack Daniels - just long enough to tease his girlfriend whose hand was clutching at the bottle. He was in no hurry to go back to his studio apartment above a tire shop as it always carried the smell of bad rubber - a tradeoff for the low rent price. Likewise, his present girlfriend, Brandi, kept her trailer park home in pretty wretched shape. It may have been one of the worst in the ambitiously named Knobby Shoals Mobile Home Estates.

	Although Steve certainly didn't mind driving his wood home between Brandi's eagerly spread legs, he did recognize her place was a real shithole - even the cockroaches probably had fleas. Being barely twenty, Brandi's body was still in good shape but if she treated it like she treated her home, she'd be a wreck by the time she was twenty-five. And the sight of the younger girls who liked to sit around on the small hill at the trailer park's entrance hadn't escaped Steve's eye. There were some good lookers there whom he wouldn't mind taking a tumble with once they were old enough to sprout some tits.

	While Brandi at last had another swig from the bottle, Steve glanced across her to the tiny figure curled up in the seat against the door. Tammi was Brandi's three year old daughter as well as Brandi's excuse (at least the one she publicly proclaimed) for not finishing high school. Steve had no idea who the girl's father was and doubted that Brandi knew, either.

	In the dim light, Tammi's sandy-hued pigtails looked a little darker than usual but her body looked paler despite the tanned skin. At home, Brandi usually let her daughter run around in just her panties but had put the girl in a t-shirt, shorts, and cheap plastic sandals for the day's trip to Carnival Alaxizz. Naturally, Tammi had spilled soda all over herself and now her shirt, shorts, and one sandal (the other was missing in action) lay bunched on the floor of Steve's truck. 

	Steve was just checking to make sure the girl was still asleep but found himself admiring the smoothness of the tot's nearly nude body. He couldn't even make out the nipples on her flat chest but he wondered how they'd taste if he sucked them hard enough to pull the soft flesh there out to temporarily make miniature boobs. In his mind, he could feel her small hands on the sides of his head as she held him and cooed about how good her "Unca Stebe" made her feel. 

	With her legs tucked close, her little thighs looked lusciously curved with traces of baby fat. As he watched, the girl shifted, moving one leg out to show him the bunched bit of cotton guarding her crotch. Like the girl's mother, her panties didn't do a very good job. They were a bit too large and through the loose leg band Steve could see part of the tiny, hairless morsel that marked the child as female.

	Steve mentally shook himself. But then he thought back to those girls at the trailer park. A couple of them were maybe just a few years older than Tammi while most were further into their elementary school years (assuming they attended school). His penis hardened at the thought of driving his meat between those young thighs, making the kiddies squeal as he drilled their bald little twats.

	Shit! Was he becoming a child molester? 

	Again, he tried to purge the idea of pedo sex from his mind but not before a lingering thought of how tight Tammi's three year old cunt would feel wrapped around his dick while he shoved it in. Focusing instead on her slightly inebriated mother, Steve broached the suggestion sneaking back into the carnival for some sex in a weird place; something to make it kinky.

	"Like what?" Brandi purred as she nuzzled the eagle tattoo on Steve's bare shoulder. 

	"Mayhem Manor," he said, naming the haunted house attraction.

	"Ick!" she said, sticking her tongue out although she squeezed her thighs together at the thought of doing it in a place they weren't supposed to be. 

	"Aw, are you scared?"

	"What if, like, Frankenstein shows up?"

	"Great, we'll have a three-way."

	Brandi punched him in the eagle.

	"I'll bet his green dick is bigger than yours," she teased.

	"We'll see about that."

	Brandi giggled like the teenager she had recently been as she followed Steve and slid out the driver's side door. Still a bit tipsy, she closed the door with a slam but there was no response from anywhere in the parking lot. With slinking gaits, the pair hurried onto the carnival grounds.

	Tammi woke when the door slammed and found herself alone. Rising to her knees, she saw her mommy and Uncle Steve heading toward the carnival. Tammi liked that place; it was very fun. As she watched the adults, she slid her hand in her panties and rubbed her cunny. She liked that place, too, and it was also very fun. Her Uncle Rob (Mommy brought home lots of uncles) taught her that earlier this year.

	Not wishing to miss any other fun, the little girl managed to get her door open and dropped to the ground. The grass was mostly dead and tickled her bare feet but she didn't mind as she scooted toward the wonders that lay within the tented paradise.

	Standing alone outside the Mayhem Manor, Tammi nervously chewed at her thumb. It looked like a scary place but Mommy and Uncle Steve had been laughing when they crept inside. With her free hand, the tot rubbed herself inside her panties again while she contemplated her next action. Securing her thumb firmly in her mouth, she marched resolutely inside.

	Tammi could hear her mommy making her mouth noises. That was what the girl called it when the woman was playing with whatever uncle was in the trailer that night. Experience had taught her not to interrupt her mother during those times, so Tammi decided to explore elsewhere.

	It was a big round net like Tammi had seen at a playground where her mother sometimes took her. She had trouble climbing it because it was for bigger kids. But this one had thinner strands than the thick ropes at the playground and Tammi soon figured out how to get her grip on them and she started to climb. The net bounced as she moved and the giggling tot purposely made it bounce more. She was having so much fun that she didn't know she had company until a large shadow loomed over her.

	Brandi leaned over a painted plywood tombstone, staring at the half rotted zombie mannequin frozen in place as it clawed its way to the surface of the fake graveyard. Her shorts and panties were crumpled at one ankle while Steve held her by the hips and heartily fucked her lust-sloppy snatch. This was so weird it made her hot to be doing it in a horror show. She nearly came before Steve's semen exploded inside her. 

	She didn't mind. They had hours and plenty of other places to get it on. Hell, she might even cum twice. 

	Turning her head around, Tammi saw her new companion and her mouth opened as her eyes widened. Before the girl could scream, a strand of sticky silk shot between her puffy red lips, filling her mouth and sealing it. Black limbs handled the struggling little body, arranging it to face the being hovering above. More threads were extruded and deftly secured her wrists and ankles.

	The spider examined its wriggling prize. The prey certainly looked plump and juicy and would make a fine meal. There was some fabric, inedible, and it was easily plucked away by the creature's mandibles. Now the spider paused as it regarded the miniature mound of flesh between the captive's legs. 

	No, this one would not be for feeding. This one would serve a different purpose.

	The sting was delicately applied - going too deeply could injure or kill the prey. Just a drop of venom was needed and then the spider waited. The little female's body temperature rose and her movements became less panicked. Ah, now she was ready. Already, its breeding rod was extending from its carapace and the creature partially lowered itself to the whimpering young mammal until the tip of the rod made contact.

	At first, Tammi didn't like the spider because it was scary. But now it was touching her like Uncle Rob had done. The spider still looked scary, but she liked how its thing rubbed her girl place. It made her hot and itchy there but she was also somehow wet, too. It wasn't the bad kind of wet that would make her Mommy smack her 'cause she had peed like a baby. No, this wet sort of matched the way she was feeling. It made her roll her bottom as the thing stroked just inside her hairless slit. 

	Something squeezed her inside. That's what she thought. It happened again and she was bumping her hips up as the sensations grew in size and frequency. Had her mouth not been plugged, she would have produced a lovely, orgasmic groan in her high-pitched young voice. 

	When the mammal ceased shuddering, the spider was pleased. Her climax would leave her relaxed for the most important part. Sliding its protuberance into the chubby mound, it found the delicate membrane these little ones often had. The thin skin was no hindrance but the creature was pleased to know that its breeding partner had not yet been used by another. It preferred fresh meat for procreation; uncontaminated by others.

	Tammi's bliss was briefly interrupted as her cherry was shredded by the arachnoid cock. Her face reddened as her muffled cries tried to escape her blocked mouth. The spider was being mean and hurting her girl place. It moved in and out and she could see her own blood on the dark thing as it stroked and gradually moved deeper into her. Helpless, the three year-old felt the massive intruder thrusting and changing the shapes of her innards as it raped her tiny cunt

	Ravaging the preschooler's virgin twat, the spider thrust with increasing force. It forced the child's tender sex channel to enlarge and fulfill its sudden mating purpose. As her penetration increased, the captured tyke could do nothing but grunt and squirm. Inside, she stretched in width and length until the rod was pressing against the cervix that guarded her baby-making chamber. 

	Although still undeveloped for human use, Tammi's uterus was the perfect incubator for her new mate; warm and moist. Flexing slightly in a bobbing motion on its legs, the spider's orgasms commenced. With each climax, its mating rod swelled to allow an egg in its gel sac through, propelled by the sperm-rich semen behind it, before it contracted again.

	The pulsing action made the snug, three year-old cuntlet that wetly grasped the member react. Tammi's eyes were huge as the spider was once again nice, making her girl place do that squeezing thing. The throbbing pressure in the child's taut insemination tunnel made her nerves sizzle with agitation. Together, the creature and the little girl came repeatedly while her tiny womb was gradually implanted. Pressed into immediate use as a whore, the preschooler would next serve to allow a heated place the sperm and eggs to mix before her undeveloped body acted as a birthing vessel in later weeks.

	As she and Steve looked for a new fuck spot, Brandi saw the oversized web with the huge, fake spider. It may have looked better, she thought if it hadn't been made so ridiculously large. The spider was moving, bouncing up and down as something (a spider dick? she giggled) was connected to a small, smooth figure beneath it. 

	During her daughter's short life, Brandi had experienced few genuine maternal feelings. But it was maternal instinct that gave greater strength to the horror as she witnessed the obscenity before her. She heard Steve say something behind her, but his words made no sense as they sounded wet and garbled. 

	But she didn't care as she watched the creature raping her sweet baby girl. The spider was doing it with that monstrous thing jammed between the child's out-flung legs and buried into the stretched, hairless opening of the three year-old's pussy. The black tube expanded and contracted as if things were moving through it and then Brandi saw how Tammi's little belly was swelling as she was filled. 

	It finally occurred to Brandi to scream, but before she could a clawed hand reached from behind her and opened her throat.

	The walking nightmare was at Wendell's door.

	"Hello Roger," he greeted the monster.

	[Sorry for the wake-up, Master] the huge creature responded in his grunting language with a polite bow. [You, too, Mistress.]

	"What is it?" Wendell's wife of centuries, Kara asked as she joined her husband.

	[Intruders. With complications.]

	Wendell nodded. Roger was very efficient but also understood that there were sometimes issues that called for the attention of the coven leaders who were also the carnival owners. As he told Kara he would handle this, Roger requested that she come along as well. It was a polite request from an obedient subordinate; an obedient subordinate who was also capable of removing body parts with surprising speed and gruesomeness.

	"How are you and Erin doing?" Kara asked as they walked through the darkened carnival.

	[Wonderful, thank you.]

	Two weeks earlier, Roger, who was quite shy in manners of romance, had developed a crush on a visitor and Kara had ensured that they were properly introduced. From there, the pair had hit it off and now Erin was living with Roger although her internal nature kept her immune from the darkness of the coven. It was a curious thing but everyone liked her very much. And Roger's devotion and infatuation for her had only grown.

	A human member of the coven approached Roger. 

	"We found a truck that must have been theirs, Boss," he reported to his towering superior. "It's being dismantled now and I put the wallet and purse in your tent."

	When Roger cocked his head, the man hurriedly added more information.

	"I did it quietly so no one was disturbed."

	Roger gave the man a friendly pat on the shoulder. Used to such comradely gestures, the man had already braced himself so he wouldn't collapse to the ground from the nearly crushing contact. 

	The couple followed Roger to his tent where the quietly entered. On top of a massive bed, a naked little girl lay sleeping with the traces of an angelic smile on her face. Her legs were spread to show a cute and perfectly bald pussy with hit's round labia pressed snugly together. But from the stain of jism on the blanket beneath the child's crotch, Wendell and Kara knew that the six year-old's cunny had been incredibly stretched filled with Roger's cock before returning to its normal size.

	Kara licked her lips in appreciation of Erin's delectable twat. The little one was so lucky to have such an attentive and massively endowed lover who kept her young body stuffed with hard meat and pumped full of hot cream on a regular basis. 

	Roger carefully covered her with a blanket and stroked her hair with one finger before getting the cheap purse and fake leather wallet from the nearby table. Those he handed to Wendell who would take care of casting spells to make sure the couple was easily forgotten by those on the outside. Erin stirred slightly but did not awaken as her sweet little head was filled with light dreams.

	Wendell, Kara, and Roger continued on to the Mayhem Manor. Once inside, Wendell saw several light blue humanoid creatures who hissed their subservient greetings through mouthfuls of needle-like fangs. Wendell nodded in return at the gnarlaths who were excellent stalkers and important members of Roger's security team.

	One of the gnarlaths offered Roger a man's torso still in a tank top. Wendell noticed an eagle tattoo on one shoulder as Roger casually ripped through the shirt and pulled out a length of intestines before snapping them free. Munching on his snack, he directed the couple forward.
Wendell made no comment about Roger's impromptu food. The security chief did enjoy a late night meal. Actually, he enjoyed meals at all hours.

	Now Kara saw the "complication".

	Tammi's limbs had been released but she still lay in the web with her hands rubbing her round belly. There were gobs of gel and a few spots of blood on the three year-old's cunt and inner thighs. Glancing at the spider resting comfortably in the higher reaches of the web, Kara understood that the child's stomach would be growing larger during the coming weeks. 

	"I'll find someone to watch over her before your offspring emerge," Kara told the creature.

	A soft chittering from the spider acknowledged this and Kara scooped the girl up and cradled her in her arms before asking her name.

	"Tammi," the tot replied. "Is Mommy here?"

	Technically, Tammi's mother was still here. But in pieces - many of which were being digested. 

	"No, but we'll find you a new mother," Kara answered. 

	The woman wondered if her daughter, Tanith, would be interested in being a surrogate parent. Then she remembered one of Tanith's acquisitions from earlier in the season. Now that would be perfect. Tammi didn't seem to be distressed about having to get a new mother, which, from what Kara had judged from the contents of departed and unlamented Brandi's purse, wasn't much of a surprise. 

	"Mr. Spider played with my girl place," Tammi announced, stating the obvious.

	"I know," Kara said as she patted the girl's tummy. "We'll have you stay with your new mother. And in a few weeks, you're going to have baby spiders and each one of them is going to tickle you as they crawl right out of here."

	She poked Tammi's cunny, eliciting some giggles. 

	"Will Mr. Spider play with me again?"

	"Oh yes, plenty of times until you're bigger. But then you'll have new playmates."

	As she carried Tammi to another area of the carnival, Kara thought of the possibilities. Since she had already been pressed into service, this little one was going to be quite a useful breeder. In a few years, Tammi would be too old for the spiders to use as an incubator - they were rather particular in selecting their mates and wanted very small ones who could be completely filled in one coupling. 

	But then Tammi, perhaps seven or eight by then, would be old enough to produce drones, the humanoid beings who provided much of the carnival's physical labor. Drones were only male and they needed females young enough whose prepubescent bodies were still chemically pliable enough to adjust to the needs of drone sperm and become gravid despite their tender ages. 

	After a few years of that, Tammi would move to the breeding beds as she barely entered puberty. There, she would service all manner of beings and remain constantly pregnant with multiple species of offspring growing inside her. This was there Kara took Tammi now.

	On one bed, a girl named Becca was in her usual position when she was awake. The girl, barely eleven, was on her hands and knees as a huge, purple and gray creature called a krut savaged the preteen cunt with his thick, barbed prick. Becca's formerly slim figure was offset by her bloated, pregnant belly and the new, small titlets that bulged with milk. Her snatch was still hairless and oozed fluids from the excitement of the creature's rasping meat.

	"Becca, I brought you a daughter. I'm sure you'll enjoy her."

	"Thank you mistress," the girl croaked as her lewdly filled pussy jolted with the friction of her mate's pounding dick. "She looks so cute."

	"She is, isn't she? Tammi, this is your new mommy."

	Kara slid Tammi under her preteen mother so that her face was below Becca's swollen little breasts. As most of Becca's hybrid offspring did not require milk, her body's response to her pregnancies left her mammaries painfully full. But now the eleven year-old lowered herself to her elbows so that her tender teats brushed against Tammi's face. 

	A bead of milk escaped one engorged nipple and gave Tammi a taste of what her new young mother had to offer. Acting instinctively, the three year-old captured the nipple between her lips and happily suckled. Both the warm, sweet milk and the intimate contact were new to her. 

	Satisfied that all was in order, Kara left the mother and child to themselves and went back to her quarters for some sleep. Tanith would be delighted to find a new plaything in the morning. 

	The discomfort in Becca's breasts was now relieved as Tammi finished her meal. Behind Becca, The demon-like krut continued fuck her as it took nearly a day of copulation before he would cum. Becca had heard the amount of jism that kruts produced was enormous and was looking forward  to feeling it washing into her.

	Meanwhile, she'd have plenty of orgasms and would be very aroused in between them. Nudging Tammi, she had her little human daughter slide up so that her crotch was positioned just right. The plump, bald pussy was still smeared with gel from whatever had fucked the preschooler. And Tammi had been fucked well since her little belly pooched out just enough to show that shape of her own inflated womb. Oh, she looked so tiny and delicious!

	"Are you going to be Mommy's little slut cow?" Becca cooed. 

	Tammi didn't understand what a slut cow was but responded to the friendly voice. She smiled and nodded before Becca lowered her mouth and began munching on the baby twat. The three year-old squealed and hugged the preteen's head, enjoying more things that her other, departed mother had never done for her.


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